They Made Me Go to Rehab and I said "Fuck, you, guys!"

The time was one o’clock in the morning and while the casino floor of the MGM Grand is flowering with life, the Garden Arena is dead after the many fans have left the building following GCWA’s big event High Rollers. The backstage area has mostly workers cleaning up equipment from the show as Hunter Barrows is seen walking, surveying the clean up process to move all the tools back to the GCWA Arena in Dallas, Texas. His facial expression is mostly blank, but it seems as though he is pondering about the events that just took place during their 2nd PPV.



Dressed in business casual, Barrows gives a weak smile to those working around him with great effort so that everyone can get to their hotels or on the road soon. His smile fades when he comes upon the door of a wrestler he’s annoyed and disappointed with tonight – me. Barrows knocks on the door to my locker room, as per requested in my contract I get my own, but the door slowly opens to the sound of rap music being played loudly. Barrows sighs softly before entering the room that’s completely trashed with drinks everywhere, bottles of champagne emptied, and Barrows glances over to me sitting on a bench enjoying some comforts – ladies of the night.



“Excuse me, ladies,” Barrows said politely, “could we have the room please?”



“Oh, c’mon Hunter,” I groaned, grabbing a bit of ass, “I’m paying by the hour, you know?”



“This won’t take too long,” Barrows reiterated.



I glanced from the ladies and stared hard at Barrows, with a fierce look, before ultimately nodding and shooing the girls away. They walked seductively by Barrows, guiding their finger on his shoulder as the three women smiled at him, he nodding back and trying to remain professional.



“To what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked Barrows, getting up from the bench and heading towards a smaller table in the room, “do you want anything? A drink?”



“I’m fine, this’ll only take a moment,” Barrows put it bluntly, “I just wanted to remind you of why I brought you to GCWA and my own personal investment I’ve put into you, okay?”



Cutting snow on the table with a small mirror, I stopped and laughed a bit, before turning around, looking up at Barrows. Again, my reaction was to laugh, as I brought myself closer to the owner of GCWA. I size him up with my eyes before fixating on his own.



“Come again?” I said, with a fire in my tone.



“Your demands were high,” Barrows began to explain, “I had to invest a lot personally to bring you here – and you promised me a rise to the top. You promised me you’d take out Houston, and not only did he pin you once, he pinned you twice.”



“What are you trying to say?” I scoffed, turning around back to my table.



“I’m sorry, am I not being clear?” Barrows apologized, with a sarcastic tone, “you promised me you’d be the top guy, taking out the legends and Houston, but it would cost me. It has cost me – and you’ve not met your end of the agreement.”



Taking a big hit, I whipped my head back, letting it all go in as Barrows looks on, confused and immediately concerned as I glare at him this time.



“What is on your nose?” Barrows asked.



“Don’t change the subject!” I howled at him, backing him into a corner, “are you threatening to fire me?”



“No,” Barrows brought his arms up, “I was just reminding you—“



“Reminding me you paid a pretty penny,” I mocked Barrows, “I get it! I told you during negotiations that the GCWA needs me – not the other way around. I’m a world fucking champion!”



“I understand,” Barrows said calmly, “Listen are you high?”



“Am I high? HAH!” I laughed hysterically, going back to the table, “you clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with.”



“I know the kind of person you are,” Barrows said dead on, “I thought you left this lifestyle.”



“Lifestyle?” I said, taking another hit, “you’re fucked, Barrows.”



“This explains a lot,” Barrows said, nodding and punching something into his phone, “you’ll be hearing from me in a couple of days.”



Barrows went to leave but I quickly intercepted his movement and stood between him and the door.



“What explains a lot?” I screamed, “What the fuck are you getting at---“



Without warning, the room went warped like and I lost all control of my body, falling to the ground. Black spots entered my vision as I could feel foam leaking from my mouth and my body shaking uncontrollable. The faint sounds of Barrows calling for help as he hovers me, unsure of what to do, are the final visuals and sounds I hear before total darkness consumes me.